A swarm of bees in May Is worth a load of hay; A swarm of beens in June Is worth a silver spoon; A swarm of bees in July Is not worth a fly.
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Tell Tale Tit, Your tongue shall be slit; And all the dogs in the town Shall have a little bit.
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To make your candles last for aye, You wives and maids give ear-O! To put them out's the only way, Says honest John Boldero.
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There's a neat little clock,-- In the schoolroom it stands,-- And it points to the time With its two little hands. And may we, like the clock, Keep a face clean and bright, With hands ever ready To do what is right.
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Friday night's dream, on Saturday told, Is sure to come true, be it never so old.
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Tommy's tears and Mary's fears Will make them old before their years.
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For every evil under the sun There is a remedy or there is none. If there be one, seek till you find it; If there be none, never mind it.
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Come when you're called, Do what you're bid, Shut the door after you, And never be chid.
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Needles and pins, needles and pins, When a man marries his trouble begins.
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See a pin and pick it up, All the day you'll have good luck. See a pin and let it lay, Bad luck you'll have all the day.
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A seamstress that sews, And would make her work redde (i.e. scarce), Must use a long needle, And a short thread.
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St. Swithin's day, if thou dost rain, For forty days it will remain : St. Swithin's day, if thou be fair, For forty days 'twill rain na mair.
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A man of words and not of deeds Is like a garden full of weeds; And when the weeds begin to grow, It's like a garden full of snow; And when the snow begins to fall, It.'s like a bird upon the wall; And when the bird away does fly, It's like an eagle in the sky; And when the sky begins to roar, It's like a lion at the door; And when the door begins to crack, It's like a stick across your back; And when your back begins to smart, It's like a penknife in your heart; And
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